Cohen.... I now know

Cohen… I now know.

I didn't understand you Leonard
When you sang about suicide
With your hand on your rose
Now I see your point dear friend
I'm beset by clouds dark and morose
I don't look at Cadillacs
Though I own the freedom of a car
The clouds I see stretch far
I see the bird on the wire
Your song so rich with prose
As I walk this tightrope
I try to strike a poised pose
The vision within is empty
Like the asphalt ten stories below
Will I believe I have wings to fly
And have the courage to let myself go?

~ Siddharth Sanyal ~

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